I walk these dirt roads and corrupt pavement.
I stare out the passenger window, watching my life fly by.
There's nothing more to do but dream.
I don't have power within to do something great;
Although I'v wished it.
Trapped in a cage, I feel
My piers are the lion tamer,
Family the ringmaster.
I need to find the key and get out.
I know I'm better than this.
The dim lights and yellow lines
Are the only thing guiding me to brighter things.
Bright lights and blacktop streets are my goal.
Everything here is off topic and jumbled.
Say what you want about my grammar and stanzas.
I really don't care at the moment.
I just needed to write.
I know this isn't a poem.
That I'm using writing to deal with life.
I know I'm just a girl.
One who has high expectations to live by.
Bright lights and blacktop streets are my goal.
Someday I hope to be there.
Until then, I'm stuck with dim lights
shining down on my begging heart.
